"Underworld."
The next moment, the two were locked together inside a cube filled with darkness and Death Mana.
The darkness covered them in an area of several square meters.
"What is this? It's like...," the holy dragon remembered, his reptilian eyes shrinking, dilating in surprise. "This is one of the techniques of the Death Dragons race," he said in surprise.
Instead, Theos just listened to what he said, but for now, he didn't pay the slightest attention to it. Instead, he moved and flew upwards.
He watched everything from above, like a superior being. But his thoughts were elsewhere. 'Hopefully, they will advance upwards, and no dragon will interrupt them,' Theos wished.
He is a realist. He knew more than anyone that the creature in front of him, a holy dragon entirely of light, was no match in the slightest.
